Spoil My Errant Wife

After hanging up on Derek, Christina was absent-minded on the sofa.

It was not until the clock on the wall rang that she suddenly came back to her senses and realized that it was almost midnight.

There were only a few hours left for Christmas.

Christina hoped that time would pass faster.She was in a mess on such a beautiful day.

Looking at others’ celebrations, she would rather today was just an ordinary day.She turned to look at the roses on the coffee table and thought of one thing.

Christina walked out of the room with a basket of roses in her right hand and went straight up the stairs to apartment 502.She stumped closer and closer.She bent down and put the basket of roses in front of apartment 502.

Then she stood up straight and turned around to leave.

"That's right.I should do it this way " Christina thought.

Putting down the basket of roses enigmatically, she turned around and walked away gracefully.

It was Christina's original plan.

Like countless enigmatic figures, she had to be calm and she had to be careful at every step.

Bang - But as soon as she turned around, Christina couldn't help but turn back and kick the door hard.

"I'm not doing that!"

""Bastard!!"

She cursed angrily at the door.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, Christina turned around and went downstairs to apartment 402.

The sound of Christina kicking the door just now was so loud that the residents upstairs and downstairs all came out with fear and looked around nervously.

Only she opened her door without changing her expression and then slammed the door.

It was as if she had worked off her grudged feeling.

Christina had to admit that she really wasn't a calm and farsighted person.

Kicking the door was childish, but she was really upset today, so she had to vent her anger.

If she had met that bastard Patrick just now, She would do more than a kick in the door! Sitting in the small living room and drinking half a cup of warm water, she originally wanted to calm herself down.

She wanted to be calm...

But the ticking sound of the clock became more and more annoying.

During the lively festival, the feeling of the only one in the house was probably called loneliness.

Christina surfed on the Internet for a while and found that WhatsApp was full of pictures of couples showing off their love.

There were also some families who went out to travel happily, she was really envious.

Christina couldn't help sending congratulatory messages to a few friends of her.

Usually, she would neet do such a boring thing, but now she felt that she was too lonely.

to chat with.In the end, no one

Charles went to have

her

disappointed and a little

to disturb others during

the bedroom to look for

to take a hot shower in the bathroom and

water in the bathroom, misty moisture filled

showerhead.She was fair and beautiful, with long black hair down to

was when she

Patrick knew it, and he knew

came in 402.He leaned against the wall and waited quietly, looking at the woman in the

taken a

warm and her cheeks

took a deep breath comfortably and opened the glass door of the bathroom cubicle.She

as soon as she took a

"You, you pervert!"

in this way, but now she

your whole naked body..." Patrick glanced

tone was as ordinary as he was

white bath towel on Christina's

the

rush to her head.She

apartment?" She glared at the

to grab the shampoo and shower gel bottles

basket of roses.Didn't you want

her teeth

how did you get in!" She asked

spoke, she immediately rushed out of the small living room

the door

you that pervert I meet every

that Patrick was caught with evidence, he couldn't

sneak into my apartment at

was stared at by her

"Patrick, I'm asking you!"

let

pretending to be sophisticated all

him go without admitting his guilt

"It's my habit."

gave a

"Your habit?"

clenched her fists, "How did you get in? I want

to Christina's anger, Patrick was very calm.He seemed not to feel that he had

in a lazy voice, "If I remember correctly,

my own wife at night.Is there

Christina was shocked.

too confident, or maybe she had never

the kitchen, spooned the porridge she had cooked,

familiar with her

regarded her apartment

"Patrick!"